Chapter 24

I reached for the latch. Luckily, it gave easily enough. “Stay back,” I then commanded. Once again, luck was on our side, the zombies in the front freezing in place as we slipped outside, the gate clinking behind us.

The groaning dropped several notches as the ferry pulled away, taking any vestiges of life along with it. As to our brains, desiccated as they might have been, at least they seemed, for the time being, to be off the menu. Meaning, no zombies were trying to sink their teeth into my lovely, new hat.

“Maybe they don’t like pink,” offered Dara.

“Or have an aversion to fedoras.”